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62 Fictions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Irish</strong> <strong>Celts</strong>.<br />

was up, and prepared to be <strong>of</strong>f. " Here," said he to<br />

__ her, " is a thing which may be <strong>of</strong> use to you. It's a<br />

\/^ scissorSj^and whatever stuff you cut with it will be turned<br />

into rich silk. The moment <strong>the</strong> sun rises, I'll lose all<br />

memory <strong>of</strong> yourself and <strong>the</strong> children, but I'll get it at<br />

sunset again ; farewell." But he wasn't far gone till she<br />

was in sight <strong>of</strong> him again, leaving her boy behind. It<br />

was <strong>the</strong> same to-day as yesterday : <strong>the</strong>ir shadows went<br />

before <strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong> morning, and followed <strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong><br />

evening. He never stopped, and she never stopped, and<br />

as <strong>the</strong> sun was setting, he turned up ano<strong>the</strong>r lane, and<br />

<strong>the</strong>re <strong>the</strong>y found <strong>the</strong>ir little daughter. It was all joy<br />

and comfort again till morning, and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> third day's<br />

journey commenced.<br />

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But before he started, he gave her comb^ and told<br />

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her that whenever she used it, pearls ' and ^diamonds<br />

would fall from her hair, Still he had his full memory<br />

from sunset to sunrise ; but from sunrise to sunset he<br />

travelled on under <strong>the</strong> charm, and never threw his eye<br />

behind. This night <strong>the</strong>y came to where <strong>the</strong> youngest<br />

baby was, and <strong>the</strong> next morning, just before sunrise, <strong>the</strong><br />

prince spoke to her for <strong>the</strong> last time. " Here, my poor<br />

wife," said he, " is a little hand-reel, with gold thread<br />

that has no end, and <strong>the</strong> half <strong>of</strong> our marriage ring. If<br />

you can ever get to my bed, and put your half ring to<br />

mine, I will recollect you. There is a wood yonder, and<br />

<strong>the</strong> moment I enter it, I will forget everything that ever<br />

happened between us, just as if I was born yesterday.<br />

Farewell, dear wife and child, for ever." Just <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong><br />

sun rose, and away he walked towards <strong>the</strong> wood. She<br />

saw it open before him, and close after him, and when<br />

she came up, she could no more get in than she could<br />

break through a stone wall. She wrung her hands, and<br />

shed tears, but <strong>the</strong>n she recollected herself, and cried<br />

out, " Wood, I charge you by my three magic gifts—<strong>the</strong><br />

scissors, <strong>the</strong> comb, and <strong>the</strong> reel—to let me through "<br />

; and<br />

it opened, and she went along a Avalk till she came in<br />

sight <strong>of</strong> a palace, and a lawn, and a woodman's cot-

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